Would that I could glimpse you,
Capture your unearthly beauty
To keep you close by my side.
Light my way in unholy darkness
And keep the chill of evil at bay.
A singular name that would merely
Have to be called out, clarified
For to name an object or being
Is to give it power-
And though you enchant me,
I am indeed loathe to give you power.
Witnessing your glorious form:
Flowing hair, all-knowing eyes, a sly smile
And a golden aura of purity and
All that is good, pure and innocent.
Deep down I fear that I am past it all-
Redemption, cleansing…forgiveness
Many foul deeds I have committed
Some in your name, some in my sin
Even now, I weep openly for want of you
My angel, my light
Can you truly see through, see true
To judge my flesh into my soul
And deem me worthy?
Ready to carry the torch
And sweep clear with your sword?
To spread the word of the true coming
The one both sinner and saint
Are equally waiting for?
Does this mean I am touched?
Sanity lost in the light of knowledge gained;
There is shame, for I wonder
Is this drink and dream talk
Or at long last,
Does this rugged soldier have purpose?
Capture your unearthly beauty
To keep you close by my side.
Light my way in unholy darkness
And keep the chill of evil at bay.
A singular name that would merely
Have to be called out, clarified
For to name an object or being
Is to give it power-
And though you enchant me,
I am indeed loathe to give you power.
Witnessing your glorious form:
Flowing hair, all-knowing eyes, a sly smile
And a golden aura of purity and
All that is good, pure and innocent.
Deep down I fear that I am past it all-
Redemption, cleansing…forgiveness
Many foul deeds I have committed
Some in your name, some in my sin
Even now, I weep openly for want of you
My angel, my light
Can you truly see through, see true
To judge my flesh into my soul
And deem me worthy?
Ready to carry the torch
And sweep clear with your sword?
To spread the word of the true coming
The one both sinner and saint
Are equally waiting for?
Does this mean I am touched?
Sanity lost in the light of knowledge gained;
There is shame, for I wonder
Is this drink and dream talk
Or at long last,
Does this rugged soldier have purpose?